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Chapter Two
I threw myself onto my bed in my tiny apartment. It was three in the morning, and I had just finished unpacking... everything. Not that I had that much stuff. But I was tired, and I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was Raven, and her malicious smile. No. You've escaped her. You don't need to think about her anymore. I told myself, but every time she even crossed my mind I could feel my heart ping painfully. I could only imagine her driving all the way to New York, figuring out where I lived, and coming and abusing me more. Kicking me in the gut, punching me in the face, throwing me to the ground. My stomach churned and I closed my eyes, curling up under the covers. I needed to sleep. I needed rest, but she still scared me, even after she was out of my life. I brushed my fire red hair out of my eyes, and willed myself to be still. Staking out the night like so.
"CLARY FRAY!?" A voice erupted into my thoughts. At first I thought it was Raven, which scared me to hell and back, but as I looked around, I noticed the noise was coming from my door. I got up and ran to the door. "I KNOW THIS SEEMS KIND OF STALKERISH BUT I HEADMISTRESS ASKED ME TO SHOW YOU AROUND THE SCHOOL AND ALL THE INS AND OUTS AND I ASKED FOR YOUR ADDRESS SO SHE JUST GAVE IT TO ME PLEASE COME OUT." I looked through the peephole to see an Asian boy with spiked up hair and glittery eye shadow and eyeliner knocking on my door. He seemed extremely skinny and I figured I could beat him up if need be, so I opened the door. "Clary Fray. Nice to meet you."
"Magnus Bane. Same." He said, shaking my hand. I noticed that the tips of his hair were colored purple. He seemed freaking awesome, to be totally honest. He had an angular, gorgeous face with piercing eyes and a lean, lanky body. He looked like an artist. Not like the angel like boy I met yesterday. The golden haired, angel eyed one. "I'll wait for you to get ready. Then we can walk to school and I can show you your classes. School actually starts in an hour but the doors open right now anyway... so see in you in like, ten?" He said. I nodded, smiled, and disappeared back into my room to get ready for Art School. I settled on a tie die blue crop top and ripped bleached jeans, and put my hair up in a bun with a pencil for an "artsy" effect. I was excited, I can't deny it. I was excited to finally live without pain. I know, I don't act like a previously abused kid, and I hope I never do... which is a good thing I guess. I'll never see Raven again, and that's the way it's going to be. I put on some light red lipstick and concealer and stepped out the door with my self made back pack.
Magnus smiled, obviously ready to go. Did I take too long? I didn't ponder on it as we stepped out of my apartment and walked down the streets of New York, Magnus signaling for a cab. To be honest, I thought Magnus might be the art kid I had been waiting for my whole life. He stopped walking, extending his body upwards. His black leather boots glinted in the New York bleaching sunlight, and his hair moved in the wind. I took a mental snapshot of the moment. I felt a click inside of my heart. His leather jacket stretched up, and I saw all the creases in his clothes as he hailed a cab, a smile of his painted face.
And the moment was over. I smiled at him sadly, how long would I be able to keep up a friendship? How would I even start one? I'd never had any friends before. I sighed, my breath coming in out in shaky, broken, shattering laughs. I smiled, tears welling in my eyes. I took a step closer to Magnus, and he looked at me, and my heart swelled and broke into a million pieces at once. Having a friend. Oh my, Oh God. I started crying, tears pooling down my face. Magnus cocked his head to the right, and everything he did helped mend my heart back, and wounded it a little bit more. Having a friend. Somebody who wouldn't exist just to use me with with crooked deathly fingers, killing me softly. Magnus. God Magnus. He had no idea. I laughed at that thought. He had no idea why I was crying. But never the less, his leather still glinting in the sunlight, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I could feel the warmth of the leather burning into my skin and I hugged him back tightly.
"Clary..." He whispered softly. "Why are you crying?" He asked. I laughed a little bit, stepping back, so I didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
"No, nothing. I just, I was thinking and," I broke apart again, holding my face in my hands. "I'm happy, OK?" I said, smiling. He nodded, and we got into the awaiting cab. I smiled all the way. When we got to Mortality, Magnus showed me around, leading me around the whole school before stopping, turning back to be in all his leather glory.
"It's a great place. And we should hang out." He smiled. He handed me his phone number and I smiled, tucking it in my pocket. "Just a few things. I'm gay. I have a boyfriend. I like to draw portraits. And direct. My boyfriend is Alec Lightwood, Jace's brother. I'm a good artists, but I'm abstract." I nodded.
"Clary Fray. I like dudes. Currently single. I draw pretty much anything. I just draw. Mostly abstract stuff like, portraits mixed with bloody stuff of roses in their eyes and stuff like that. I lived in a foster home and I escaped to New York. I was crying but I saw you and I thought you were nice. And it was magical." I said. He smiled.
"We're gonna be great friends. I know it." He held out his hand, with a small drawing of a red haired girl in it. "I didn't make this for you, but when headmistress said there was a red haired girl coming to the school I just sketched it out. So here. A token of my friendship." He smiled again, and I took it gratefully. "Thanks." I said.
"Come on. I'll drop you off at the front office. Your schedule should be in the student mailbox. " We walked over there, and I grabbed my schedule.
Portrait-
Abstract/Portrait-
Mosaic-
Lunch
Free Draw- Study hall
Math-
Science-
Literature in Art-
I smiled and put my schedule in my bag, next to my portfolio. I stood in the office doorway of Mortality Art school, staring the leather clad Magnus Bane, and smiling. Because I was a fire haired nymph in a crowed artistic society for the rest of my life, and I had a companion now. An awesome, leather clad, friend. God that word sounds cheesy. But crap, I meant it when I said, All I want in life, is to not be used.